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2.

PERCY

The alarm woke Percy up. Beeping like crazy, Percy had to smack it really hard before it would shut up. He realized he didn't have an alarm clock and from there, things just kept going downhill. Looking down at himself, he wore a pair of grey shorts and a darker grey long sleeved shirt. He also had well – there was no other way to put this – a pair of breasts. He'd felt them just to make sure they were really there. They were. He was sure this was some sort of health issue and that he would have to go tell his mother right away, though that would be a problem as he wasn't even in his own room.

The room he'd waken up in had walls that were a light lavender, and he'd been lying in a white bed with sheets that were perfectly clean. The rest of the room had been equally as neat. Nothing was on the ground, except a rug, and all the laundry was in a basket. There was a white desk straight across from the bed and a bookshelf on one of the walls as well as a closet on the opposite wall.

Since examining the room, Percy had spent 10 minutes snooping around in every nook and cranny of the room to find out whose it exactly was, but the only thing he could decipher was that it was a girl's judging by the bras and clothing in the closet.

Percy had finally worked up the courage to go into the bathroom. He had his hands around the doorknob right now. He turned it and it revealed an equally as clean bathroom, all in white. Percy glanced around, opening drawers and cabinets. But still, nothing. This definitely wasn't his house either, since it was clean as hell.

Percy sighed and stared down back at his chest and he frowned.

He didn't like this.

Not one bit.

Percy couldn't shake the horrible feeling he had, something was wrong. He had breasts, that was a start, but he felt that there was something else terribly wrong. That, however was probably because he was up at 6:43 in the morning. He normally slept in. If it weren't for the damn alarm clock he probably would have. Percy rolled his eyes, lifted his head and nearly screamed at the sight in the mirror when he'd looked up.

He fell back against the white walls, leaving sweaty hand prints on it. He slowly stood up and stared in the mirror without falling back this time. Instead of his own face, a girl's stared back at him.

The girl had curly blonde hair down to her shoulders, she had intense grey eyes and she carried a serious expression. It took a couple of minutes before Percy realized where he recognized this face from. It was Annabeth Chase's.

Annabeth Chase was a girl who was in the same grade as Percy, however, she'd always had it out for Percy.

Sure, they'd never really talked, and if she didn't have her mouth open Annabeth was actually quite cute, but Percy still didn't understand. What was she doing here? Or – what was he? Was he invisible or something? Percy's mind was racing at a thousand miles per minute and yet his mind couldn't wrap around anything.

He wiggled an eyebrow.

Annabeth's eyebrow moved.

He shrugged and so did Annabeth.

Finally he decided to speak.

"Hello." He said and to his horror, Annabeth's mouth moved as well and a voice came out, but it sure as hell wasn't Percy's. He wasn't sure if it was Annabeth's either, but he couldn't bet on it not being so. Percy's heart was beating so hard he swore it'd beat right out of his chest. It wasn't that he suddenly became Annabeth's twin or that he'd turned into a girl that looked exactly like Annabeth. There was only one explanation Percy could think of.

He was Annabeth Chase.